Jiang Xun could always handle other people with ease.
But when it came to Fu Yanli, he never seemed to stand a chance.
Perhaps it was the pressure the man radiated from the inside out, his mysterious, unreadable temperament, and his keen ability to see straight into people's hearts.
No matter how well Jiang Xun disguised himself, he felt as if he had nowhere to hide in front of him.
In Jiang Xun's mind, the big shot was different from ordinary NPCs.
Take right now, for example. Fu Yanli had only lightly touched his ear, yet Jiang Xun's body gave an almost imperceptible shiver.
He tilted his head slightly to dodge that hand and gave a seemingly unconcerned smile. "It's been so long. It stopped hurting ages ago."
In reality, the fingers braced against the sink had turned white from how hard he was pressing down. He was nervous, and there was a strange tingling sensation, as if an electric current had shot through him.
"How about we go out fir-"
Before he could finish, a gentle yet irresistible force suddenly pulled his arm forward, and a long, powerful arm wrapped around his waist.
Jiang Xun was drawn into a warm, solid embrace.
He rested against Fu Yanli's shoulder and neck, his nose filled with a clean, pleasant scent-Fu Yanli's scent.
Jiang Xun's round, puppy-like eyes stared blankly ahead. His hands hung stiffly at his sides, and he had no idea where to put them.
Why had Fu Yanli suddenly... hugged him?
The two large hands resting on his waist and the back of his head were impossible to ignore.
One uncharacteristic act after another.
Jiang Xun's brain worked too fast in those few brief moments and, unfortunately, crashed.
"Uncle?" He almost bit his tongue, stumbling over his words.